My faith ends in sight!

Sweet Beulah Land

I'm kind of homesick for a country

To which I've never been before;

No sad goodbyes will ever be spoken,

For time won't matter any more. 

Beulah land, I'm longing for you,

And, some day, on thee I'll stand,

There my home shall be eternal.

Beulah land, sweet Beulah land. 

I'm looking now across the river

Where my faith will end in sight;

There's just a few more days to labor,

And then I'll take my heavenly flight. 

Beulah land, I'm longing for you,

And, some day, on thee I'll stand,

There my home shall be eternal.

Beulah land, sweet Beulah land.

I see the lights, I hear the singing;

A brand new song of joy divine.

My soul rejoices just in knowing

That soon these pleasures will be mine.

Beulah land, I'm longing for you,

And, some day, on thee I'll stand,

There my home shall be eternal.

Beulah land, sweet Beulah land. 

by Squire E. Parsons, Jr.

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2 Corinthians 5:6-9

Therefore, being always of good courage, and knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord— for we walk by faith, not by sight— we are of good courage, I say, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord. Therefore we also have as our ambition, whether at home or absent, to be pleasing to Him.